Clajak repressed a
sigh, realizing they’d taken all of the officer’s time that they could. “Thank
you for speaking to us, High Commander. Perhaps we can talk again some time?”
Bevau gave them
both an impudent once-over before bowing. “Any time, my princes. It will be my
great pleasure.”
With that tease,
he left them to wade in among the battered soldiers. His bellow drowned out the
groans. “By the ancestors, look at these worthless carcasses! That’s it? You’re
done already? That’s all you could take?” He yelled at the waiting medics, who
without a senior officer’s assurances, were not so stupid as to chance Nobek
warriors however injured they were. “Get this garbage off my field, if you
please. They’re stinking up the place and we have royalty here. This is how you
perform for the Crown Princes? Thank the ancestors Emperor Yuder left, or your
performance might have shamed him into weeping!”
Egilka watched
Bevau harangue his beaten squad with a curious gaze. “What is different about
him, Clajak? Raxstad has a good sense of humor, but I’ve never met a Nobek like
Bevau.”
Clajak let his
eyes wander the glorious topography of the high commander yet again. “I don’t
know, but I plan to find out.”
“I’m glad to hear
it. I’d hoped you were serious about seeing him again.” Egilka gave him a
naughty grin, a rare sight from the often too-serious Imdiko. “I will, whether
you do or not.”
Clajak returned
the smirk with interest. “Not only do I want to see High Commander Bevau again,
I want to see every inch of him. Mother of All, what a gorgeous man.”
He and Egilka
watched as Bevau stomped over to one of the still-standing soldiers. The Nobek
pounded his palm against the victor’s back in hearty congratulations as his
fellows were attended to by the medical staff. The man promptly collapsed in a
heap under the strength of Bevau’s praise.
Bevau threw his
hands up in disgust and then laughed at the blistering sky.
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